Sunday, January 19, 2020

Marching forward

Every year before the Academy Awards (Oscars) my hubby and I try to watch all of the nominated films (thank you, android box!)  Most of this film watching has to happen after our daughter goes to bed, but last night we decided to watch Greta Gerwig’s Little Women with her.

Some context: My little girl is SUPER sensitive, VERY empathetic and EXTREMELY emotive; the love plots, the voyeurism into a world with sisters (she is an only child) were so fun to watch alongside her – I knew it would be up her alley.

But then came Beth’s death. Oy vey. 

I knew it would shake her. I knew she’d be sad. But I honestly had not fathomed that it would affect her like it did. 

I was not prepared for her to have an existential crisis right before bed.


But death is serious stuff. And it hits us all a little differently. And for my girl with big emotions, it came down to just needing time to sit with it, talk about it, shed lots of tears, and consider her confusion in a safe space. 

On second thought, is that really all that different than what I need? 

She hasn’t brought it up today, and I don’t think I’ll push the topic for a while (maybe I won’t try to show her my childhood favourite My Girl just yet!), but I am looking forward to sitting with her the next time the ‘bigness’ of death hits her. 

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